Shadows

by Ophelia Bell

  The familiar and unwelcome instinct to possess rose so suddenly it made him dizzy. He moved behind her and leaned closer, reaching one ethereal hand up to trace the line of her neck. Skin still damp from the heat of the jungle met his touch. He let his eyes follow the path of his fingers down to her shoulder blade, then across to the front, chasing the path of a tiny bead of sweat as it traveled along the crest of her collarbone.

  He stood behind her looking down at that tiny droplet of moisture, poised in the arc of bone and skin that pointed down between her breasts. His ghostly fingertip still rested at the edge of it, the rest of his hand splayed to avoid touching her skin, though he would love to feel the warmth of her against his palm.

  Overcome by a sudden thirst, he licked his lips. The droplet quivered then skidded across tanned skin and pores, lower, lower, Kol’s eyes following it all the way. What he wouldn’t give to be that orb of wetness traveling between her breasts, only to be absorbed at the end of the journey. Or perhaps lapped up by some lucky man. One of the other travelers maybe?

  He inhaled deeply, hoping to impress the aroma of her into his memory alongside the scent of the only other woman he’d ever thought he’d want. He couldn’t deny the pull from this one, though.

  Some force against Kol’s back caused his his shadowy form to dissipate like a warm, insistent breeze diluting a bank of fog. He reformed to the side of the stairway and glared at the large, male figure who followed the young woman. Dark eyes stared straight back at him with unmistakable recognition.

  “You can see me?” Kol asked, sending the thought out with intent to the man. The man didn’t reply but only nodded quickly. He shifted his attention to the woman when she turned in response to his proximity.

  “What is it, Kris?” she asked.

  “Thought I saw a bug, but it’s gone now,” he said with a twitch of his lips. “Must’ve caught a ride from outside.”

  “Ugh, I’ll be done with bugs after this trip. You don’t think there are any inside, do you?”

  The man named Kris chuckled. “Not sealed up the way this place is. Legend says that dragons tended to repel most other living things, including insects. Humans tend to be more like moths to a flame for them, though.” He darted his eyes pointedly in the direction of Kol’s shadow.

  “Who’s the moth and who’s the flame?” Kol heard in a pointed tone in his mind.

  “You really believe this stuff, don’t you?” she asked.

  “I believe it because it’s the truth,” Kris said matter-of-factly.

  “I know, I know. Your destiny was to guide us here. Erika’s bought into it, too. Me… I’ll believe it when I see it, I guess.”

  The man’s identity became clear to Kol with those words, and the effect Kris had on Kol’s incorporeal form made more sense. This group was without a doubt the chosen few who would awaken them. It really was finally happening. Today would be his last day trapped here.

  “You’re the Catalyst, aren’t you?” Kol asked. He moved back to walk beside Kris, now more conscious of the barrier of magic that cocooned the man, preventing Kol from moving closer. He kept his eyes on the back of the woman’s neck as they walked, watching yet another bead of sweat trace her skin and wishing he could follow its path, dart his long forked tongue out to taste it.

  “Yes. But you’re the Shadow. Didn’t expect to be greeted at the door like this. It’s an honor.” The man’s thoughts reverberated in Kol’s mind. He had the blood, too. Otherwise he’d never have been able to communicate that way.

  “I’m more than ready to get the ritual started. One more day and we’ll all be free, thanks to the seven of you.”

  “I’ll have them itching to get going after supper tonight. Trust me, friend, I’m as ready as you are.” Kris reached between his thighs, adjusting himself in emphasis.

  “I don’t envy you the waiting, but I understand. It’s been five centuries since I last touched a woman. Please tell me what that one’s name is. I have to mark her.”

  Kris laughed. “I’ve heard of you. The accounts of your little rebellion are a cautionary tale at the monastery where I was raised. Refused to properly mark your lover after showing her what you were. I believed in your argument, when I learned of it. Now you talk like your principles have changed. Did the punishment sink in?”

  “No, but it’s the only way to complete the ritual. If they’re going to force it on me, I must be sure she’s willing when I have to do it.”

  “That may be tricky. She’s a bit of a rebel, too. Her name is Hallie, but she isn’t who she pretends to be. Good luck to you.”

  ***

  Kol kept to the shadows for the rest of the evening, but never let his eyes wander too far from Hallie. Watching the magic’s gradual effect on her kept him enthralled. She savored the dinner Kris cooked them like it was a sensuous treat, eyes closed with every bite, tongue darting out to lick her full lips and make sure she didn’t miss a single shred of flavor. Kol could smell the dragon magic that infused the meal from the fresh temple water Kris had used to cook it.

  Kris did his job well after the meal was over, encouraging their leader and her human lover to begin the ritual and nudging the others in the right direction when the time came. The man was subtle, but effective. The first couple went willingly, followed shortly by the pretty blonde with the plump bottom. The others stayed in their camp and tried to sleep for a few hours, but the heightened excitement left them tossing and turning, except for Hallie who seemed to sleep soundly.

  Then the young Greek man with the deep sadness left, along with the most skeptical member of the group—a man they called Corey, who seemed to grow angrier the more aroused he became.

  That left Hallie, curled up in her bedroll in a shadowy alcove away from the glowing fire pit. Kol only watched at first, his mind drifting to memories of the last time he’d been with Eveline. His old lover had awakened one morning and found him watching her, much like he watched Hallie now.

  “You have the look of a very patient cat waiting for the chase,” Eveline had said. “You could have had me in your jaws a hundred times while I slept, helpless.”

  “I prefer knowing that you’re choosing not to run when I decide to take you.” He slipped down beside her warm curves, cupped one breast and pressed lips and tongue to the juncture at her neck and shoulder.

  She nestled back against him and tilted her head to grant better access to her skin. “I would never run from you. Not even in my dreams. I was dreaming of you just like this, you know.”

  “Hmm, like this?” he asked, moving one hand lower and teasing the downy thicket between her thighs. Dewy wetness clung to her fringe. He slid his fingertips a little deeper into the heat of her, enjoying the soft sigh she emitted when he found her swollen bud already slick with her juices.

  “Yes. Just once I’d like to wake up to you already inside me. To believe we’d never been parted even during sleep.”

  Pleasing Eveline had always been paramount, but he’d never gotten the opportunity to fulfill her request. The council had learned of his misbehavior and had sent him immediately to the temple. He hadn’t even been allowed to see Eveline one last time.

  This could be his chance for redemption. To do things differently. But the ritual was already underway and the one he believed he was meant for was here sleeping.

  Hallie rolled onto her side and kicked her covers off, displaying long, tanned legs that led up to the curve of wide hips hugged by dark fabric. She seemed to have an affinity for black. Most of the garments he’d watched her strip off earlier had been varying shades of black. She hadn’t been modest around her teammates, either. The only one with a shred of modesty had been the pretty blonde, and the only overtly sexual interaction among the group had been between the leader and her lover.

  It must be a very different world for men and women to be so uninhibited with each other. The other men had looked at Hallie appreciatively, but with a surprising level of respect. Dragons looked at each other the
same way, but in his experience, human men rarely treated human women like equals.

  Now Hallie lay nearly naked aside from her small, black undergarments. The sleeveless top she wore had ridden up to expose her belly. Her thighs shifted against each other, sending a hint of her arousal to him.

  Sweet Mother, he needed to touch her again. He needed her to wake up and come to him soon. To open his chamber and awaken his body so he could mark her and complete his phase of the ritual. No, he thought. So she can learn the truth and make the choice. I refuse to do it unless she is willing. Damn the others. But he knew he owed it to his brethren to try. His disagreement had been with the Council, not the other dragons trapped in the temple with him. So he would try. And the first step was to plan his silent seduction while she slept.

  Chapter Four

  The whisper of her lover’s breath had always been enough to send Hallie into fits of desire. She responded especially well, when still fuzzy and languid from sleep, to the light touch of him caressing her skin, tracing the curve of her body from shoulder to hip and down over her thigh, while his hot breath tickled the back of her neck.

  A soft sigh escaped her lips as those very sensations roused her just enough for her body to respond, yet not quite awakening her fully. A large, warm hand slipped beneath the fabric of her tank top and fingertips teased at the underside of one breast, barely grazing the edge of her nipple.

  “Yes,” she whispered, pressing back against his hot arousal by reflex.

  A deep, appreciative rumble vibrated against her back. His lips grazed the nape of her neck, sending a vivid tingle down her spine and between her legs.

  His light caresses continued, slipping down her stomach, past her navel and beneath the waistband of her panties. Her hips twitched at the slide of gentle, probing fingertips exploring between the eager folds of her pussy. She moaned and quivered, pressing harder back against his rigid, naked length.

  He gripped the crotch of her panties and tugged them hard to the side. She cried out with harsh joy when he pressed two fingers into her, then slid them out again. He teased her with a few soft strokes against her throbbing clit before he plunged his fingers deep into her wet cunt.

  The dreamlike state Hallie had been in during the whole experience began to fall away with each deep plunge of his fingers into her needy pussy, her ecstasy so pure and present it could only be real and not a figment of her unconscious mind.

  Confusion gripped her, wrenching her stomach into a quick, tight knot. Her eyes flew open. But what she thought was a dream didn’t dissipate, nor did the pleasure of it, in spite of her mild panic.

  In the span of a second her mind and body warred with each other, the urge to fling herself away from the unexpected attention at odds with the incredible, mind-blowing pleasure of it. Her desire won out and she surrendered, closing her eyes and pushing back against him with more fervent thrusts of her own, clenching her muscles tighter around the heavy weight of the fingers plunging into her.

  It could be any of the four men, she thought. And would she care if it were? But Jesus Fucking Christ, whoever it was, he was giving her the best finger fuck of her life.

  His lips pressed against her shoulder, grazing up along the curve of her neck until they brushed against her ear. Hot breath gusted out, carrying with it a word she didn’t understand.

  Is it Kris? It must be Kris.

  She had heard Kris speak in Thai a few times, and remembered the look he’d given her when he picked up her empty bowl after dinner. The thought made her smile in delight. She was sure he’d followed Erika to have a quick tryst in one of the dragon temple’s dark corridors, but clearly he’d come back frustrated enough to crawl into her sleeping bag and have his way with her. It was even better than the fantasy she’d had of him during dinner. It made her even more eager to fuck him back as enthusiastically as she could.

  Not even caring if she might wake the others, she cried out, “Oh, yes! Fuck me. Make me come!”

  The fingertips between her thighs rubbed in even more delicious tormenting circles against her clit. God, she was close.

  He murmured something else in her ear she didn’t understand, but if she didn’t know better the tone of his voice seemed to hold regret. Then without another sound or breath, the sensations dissipated entirely, leaving her abruptly untouched and frustrated as hell with a sopping wet and aching pussy.

  She rolled over and yelled out. “Hey! Where the fuck did you go? Come back! You asshole, I wasn’t even… I was so close!”

  The sound of a thump and a curse carried across from the other side of the campsite and she twisted back around to see where it had come from.

  “Corey?”

  “Yeah, sorry. I… uh… didn’t mean to bother you.” He glanced at her and quickly averted his eyes, resuming whatever work he was doing.

  She blinked at him in surprise, completely and utterly confused by his presence now. He was fully clothed. Maybe a little flushed but mostly he looked irritated. There was no way it could’ve been him.

  “Did you see Kris just now?” she asked.

  Without looking at her he nodded. “A little bit ago, back in the corridor behind the throne. He’s still there as far as I know. Why?”

  “No, right here… ah… with me I mean. Like not more than a minute ago.”

  He finally looked up and stared point blank at her as if she had gone completely mad. His jaw clenched and his lips pursed into a harsh line.

  “Not you, too. Shit, Hallie. But I guess from that little performance you just put on I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”

  “Me too, what? Corey, someone was just about to fuck my brains out. Not two minutes ago. If it wasn’t you, I’d really like to know who it was.”

  “Well, aside from the obvious, um… evidence that you nearly had your brains fucked out, considering you’ve lost your goddamn mind, there was nobody here. Everyone’s off on the other side of the temple being crazy over there. And would you mind putting yourself back together just a little bit? Your… ah…” He gestured vaguely at her torso. “Your stuff’s all kind of on display. Makes it a little tough to get any work done.”

  She glanced down at herself and realized for the first time that her top was still pushed up above her breasts and her panties weren’t on quite straight, still shoved aside to offer a plain view of her glistening labia. Yet Corey seemed so utterly nonchalant about it. He just turned back to banging on whatever it was he was holding in his hand, intent on his project. His thick forearm flexed and his knuckles whitened in a hard grip around the heavy hammer he held in his hand, banging it on the oblong shape with an unexpected level of ferocity coming from him.

  She found her clothes draped over her gear where she’d left them and dressed.

  “What the hell are you beating on?” she asked, padding barefoot over to him.

  “This fucking… light bulb. Or whatever it is. I need to know how it works.”

  “It looks like a rock now,” she said. “Let me see.”

  She reached for it. After another ineffectual bang that made his hammer bounce off he cursed and handed it to her.

  “This is the weird rock Erika saved from the entrance. You think she wants you to beat on it like that?”

  “It’s not just a rock. Look at this.” He took it from her and leaned over to jab it down into the glowing fire pit beside him. The pale embers inside the pit had surprised them all when they’d found it. They behaved like coal, but never disintegrated into ash, retaining their integrity after being lit multiple times with no apparent change. Erika had just brushed it off. The rest of them seemed to shrug and go on with business. If Erika was fine with it, they should be, too, right?

  Hallie watched the small oblong shape as it began to glow after being plunged into the gravel of the fire pit. No ash lay inside it, only a level layer of small stones that constantly glowed and emitted heat. They’d discovered the night before that the temperature grew hotter closer to the center, and Kris
had gauged his cooking by proximity to the middle of the fire pit.

  The thought of Kris made her doubt her sanity after the weirdly vivid dream, if what Corey said was true. It had been so real. Jesus, her pussy was still pulsing and wet from it now. She should have changed her panties, but with Corey right there it might have been a little too conspicuous. Why she felt the need to hide from him she didn’t know. He was just so willfully oblivious of everything that went on around him, but she was pretty sure it all sunk in.

  No, maybe he wasn’t oblivious. He was just very good at hiding his reactions.

  But tonight he seemed agitated, leaning against the edge of the fire pit Kris had cooked their dinner over. Corey braced one hand on the edge and reached with the other to the stone he’d shoved tapered end first into the coals.

  “See this?” he said, yanking the small stone bulb out of the fire pit. “It’s glowing now. After what, thirty seconds in there? It only took a second for it to light up when we opened the door at the surface. I want to know how the fuck these things work. What powers them? What the hell are they made out of?”

  “So take it with us back to a lab and look at it under a microscope. We’re coming back here, you know. We just need artifacts. We don’t need to prove anything while we’re here. Corey…” She rested a tentative hand on his shoulder and was gratified that he didn’t flinch away. “This is the find of a lifetime. Just go with it. Don’t over think it yet.”

  Chapter Five

  Hallie’s palm tingled when it came into contact with the warmth of Corey’s body through the threadbare fabric. Corey tensed and the cotton of his t-shirt tightened over the bunched muscles of his shoulder. It was crazy that Hallie noticed that single movement, but her entire body responded to it. The push of him against her hand was like a kinetic jolt that jarred straight through her palm to her clit. As much as her principles had steered her clear before, she was definitely attracted to him. What harm would it do, really? She just needed a good fuck, after all. Especially after that… dream she’d just had. They could move on afterward.